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A Boy in a Forest Wthout his Mother


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A Boy in a Forest Without his Mother
By Owen Sullivan

Here mother was not screaming and here brother was not crying and here phone was not ringing and here sirens were not wailing/
And as he sat/
Undisturbed/
Disinterested, for the moment, in the mundane chores of his existence/
Silence was beside him as his most comforting friend, embracing him in warmth and serenity and peacefulness and nothingness/
The boy who sat was small in stature/
And the trees around him so unimaginably large/
That he wished to grow as tall as the tallest one/
For If he was so tall/
Mother would never again cry and limp and hide from him the hurt she had endured/
He would make sure of this/
He sat for a moment/
Contemplating/
Indulging himself in his fleeting, absurd, unreachable day dream/
And then left his clearing in the woods/
It was late, after all/
And mother would need him soon


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